While doodling in the margins of a notebook, I found myself erasing every drawing. The doodles weren't good, and for some reason, I was worried someone who sees and then determines I was really bad at art.

Which I am, but that shouldn't matter. It was entertaining, and it made me happy.

Society's obsession with doing something perfectly or not doing it at all isn't fair to our happiness. Not everyone is meant to be in the Met, on the New York Times Bestseller list, or on Broadway, but that shouldn't stop people from doing what makes them happy.

The beauty of being a human being is we're imperfect, so why are we fighting to be perfect? You are allowed to suck at things, and you can even call it your passion. That's the beauty of the human experience.

As someone who strives to be perfect, it takes the effort to allow myself to suck at something, but it allows me to be a part of humanity. It encourages humility and the ability to be happy with your work. Understanding your limits, but still enjoying the activity can help build a tolerance with your own lack of ability. This builds the foundation to learn from your mistakes rather than shut down when they come up.

By creating that tolerance through being bad at something, you accept that not everything is going to be beautiful and perfect. Those doodles, off-key notes, and incomplete stories teach you how to handle being bad at something. That way, if it happens when it really matters, you know how to cope and fix the situation.

You are allowed to suck at something. In fact, I encourage you to draw a really bad duck, write lyrics to a song about burritos, and write a story about an octopus from Spain. You're allowed to have fun and not be good at everything. That's just a part of being a person.